These are my original poems,song lyrics and short stories made and constructed by me. If you are a professional and would like to use my material, please feel free contact me. I hope you will enjoy them. the thoughts behind them all have specific purpose and others a line of thought from my imagination. Some have said i have lost "it" but I say " there's been no real attempt to find it "

Friday, July 29, 2011

Trees That Cry When You Die

     There was a strange impression in the flower bed the next morning that Jamie found. She and her friends were scared half to death last night in the common lodge. They all laughed at the forest ranger that came by earlier that day with his warnings to stay in that night. The noises that seemed to surround the lodge were all too real and the marks left on the walls and the partially torn door was evidence that there was truly something to beware.
     The old Indian lady at the local store locked eyes with her that morning like she knew Jamie would be in some sort of trouble. she thought it was strange but continued to check in at the ranger station. her mother was Indian and Jamie knew that look of despair for the damned. all her hair seemed to stand on end while they locked their eyes.
     Jamie made many promises to all the old gods if she could only survive the night and now she needed some answers. She convinced her friends to go find the old Indian woman down at the store. When they arrived they could sense something was wrong. Where were the customers? It seemed so ghostly quiet as if the place was vacant for years. The door barred with police tape and planks as if to keep out thief's and looky Lou's. This place was packed yesterday when she was there so what happened since then?
      Jamie walked around the side of the store expecting to find some one to help her locate the old woman. The windows looked the same as the lodge where they were staying. Large long claw marks aimed at opening the windows with no apparent luck. Her friends kept calling her back " come on Jamie lets go, don't go back there".
    The hair on her neck stood up as she rounded the next corner of the store. she was positive she was hearing something, some sound that reminded her of her childhood at her grandmother's house so long ago. Her friends were frantic now only escalating the feeling she was having. As she passed the ice maker she noticed huge amounts of blood sprayed every where throughout the yard.
    The noise was just before her now, she grabbed the shovel laying against the back wall. Edging forward slowly she raised the shovel in anticipation of protecting herself. The noise was more intense now with aggravated purpose. "Definitely something eating something" she thought. Just then a series of defining pops rang out.
    "Get out of here you low down mangy Wolves" yelled the Park ranger. Jamie was relieved and her friends came running to her side. 'Ewwww that's so gross" they said in unison. Jamie asks "what happened here?" and the Park Ranger looked at her. He could tell Jamie was different than the others right away. Maybe that's why he had some strange attraction for her.
    Jamie could tell this was more than just a wolf after some food. It was brought here by the volume of blood odor produced by whatever happened. The Ranger started by telling the girls about the break in last night and that they had everything under control. That they didn't need to worry. Jamie looked the Ranger in the eyes and said "but this also happened at our lodge last night too 10 miles away".
   The Ranger got a puzzling look upon his face and Jamie went on to tell him about the entire encounter. When she was done she said "we came here looking for the old Indian Lady have you seen her?". The Ranger thought about it and told the girls where they could find the old Indian woman. He told them he would go to their lodge and investigate the area. Jamie was uncertain about his demeanor, for some reason she felt like he was not telling them everything.

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